Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Jandek,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.